A/N: Hello there, and welcome, to what I affectionately call the second season of Clout. Be real with me boys, girls and those in between, just how many of you thought that this story had been abandoned? I abandon nothing! It just might take a while before I return a story (After this I may spend some tiem on the Metroid, Spyro and a couple of other stories)

Last season, Jaune finally began to realize just how much he liked the members of Team RWBY, after he did a most epic prank on them. This season, this get spicy. Very spicy.

RWBY was created by the late Monty Oum

Clout

Chapter 8

A week after the epic revenge plot of Jaune Arc, as many of the followers of the Pollination Knight channel were calling it, and the subsequent repair of several toilets in the Senior Dorms, one could find that same person training as he did every morning in the dorm's gym, constantly working on his gains whether it be weight-lifting, endurance training via treadmill or stair step, or even light sparring with someone from either Teams RWBY, JNPR or CRDL.

Or, at least, that's what Yang thought she'd see as the bombastic blond entered the student gym. Instead, there was no one there, which wasn't all that surprising, as it was a Saturday, after all, and she had gotten up later than normal.

She shrugged after looking around a bit at the empty room before preceding to work herself up into a good sweat with her own form of training - busting moves on the various Combat Drones.

Afterwards, as she entered the locker room found her target. Or, well, she heard him as it were. Softly singing in the showers as the other blond among their group often did when he thought he was alone.

She smiled at that.

Jaune might not be the best at playing the guitar, which was actually a step up from his singing, but he could carry a tune and was surprisingly knowledgeable about several different genres of music, from back when he had a crush on Weiss in their first year, even if his favorite was Pop.

Yang preferred Rock, though.

Her smile turned into a grin as an idea came to her then. A terrible, awful idea. She promptly turned and left the locker room as quietly as she entered it.

This was the perfect opportunity to enact her very own Master Plan.

Step one of her master plan? Find a bucket.

/ /

Jaune smiled to himself as he heard the door to the showers open, knowing the only other person who would be up right now, and called over the sound of running water, "Hey, Sleepyhead! What took you so long? Come get in before the water gets cold!"

He was immediately greeted by the uproarious laughter of one Yang Xiao Long. He grinned to himself at that. Though, the joke was an old one between the two of them, she always laughed at it and had ever since he first started using it a year ago.

At first, he had been nervous that she would take it the wrong way, what with how she had first nervously chuckled at it, but then she had rapidly caught on to the little game that the two of them played. At least, when they were alone.

That's how that's how they were.

It used to be Yang was the one who would start off their rounds of ruckus humor, but ever since he and Pyrrha had broken up she had been more cautious in the way she interacted with him. It had changed the way all his friends had interacted with him, in fact.

Now, he had to be the one to initiate the crudeness between the two of them, but only if they were alone. It was an unwritten rule of their friendship.

He was glad for it, and for her. Always.

Jaune wasn't much for the rowdy, raucous stuff, that was more of a Cardin kind of thing, especially as he grew of with a household full of women. Women who could be as every bit as crude and uncouth as the rest of the kids in Domremy when on their own, or even his very good friends among the Huntresses he now knew, but who would tear him a new one if he so much as stated anything like that in their presence, without permission, anyway.

Much like the Huntresses he was now very good friends with.

He grinned at the fond memories of his sisters, especially the twins, while shaking his head.

"So, Yang," he called again after he heard the sounds of the shower next to him start up. "What do you think your team's chances for this year's Vytal Festival? Think you'll go all the way again? Or, is there anyone we should look out for?"

He waited for an answer, but heard nothing and shrugged thinking that she couldn't hear over the water running. Then the water stopped and there came another pause before-"

"Erm, I don't know," came the hesitant answer, one that was surprisingly close, and getting closer. "I mean, our teamwork is as awesome as always thanks to Ruby's directions, and training. Not to mention, all we've been through by now. Plus, each of us is a solid fighter on their own by now. (Whispered) Though, I am worried about Blake in that regard. But, I hear that there's going to be some tough competition this year. Arslan of Team ABRN specifically called us out after how we thrashed them so easily last time, wanting a rematch."

Jaune chuckled loudly at that, almost cackling, and said, "And, knowing you guys, the outcome will likely be the same this time, too. Arslan and Reese are both phenomenal fighters - And Huntresses! But, unless Bolin and, uh, the other guy... Na-dir? Nadir! - have improved I don't see them getting very far in the rankings this year either."

"Hm, I can agree with that assessment," Yang return, now seemingly right on the other side of his stall. The only thing separating the two of them was the thin, ugly, pale yellow shower curtain. "And, I think it's the same for anyone else, really... Save maybe you guys. Pyrrha's a badass, after all!"

"Heh, yeah," Jaune agreed somewhat bitterly and muttered, "That she is."

There was an awkward pause on the other side of the curtain as Yang realized what she did and silently cursed to herself for the slip-up. Meanwhile, Jaune went back to washing himself off, not wanting to dwell on it anymore.

It wasn't that he was really all that upset about it. At least, not anymore, at any rate. It just, it just hurt to think about it, that's all.

Pyrrha was, well, Pyrrha.

She was an awesome, badass, four time Tournament Champion, a terrific fighter, and would make for a fantastic Huntress one day. And, she was also his ex-girlfriend. The one woman he would've married, but for extenuating circumstances, like their very public, very damaging/embarrassing break-up.

Still, it had been two years now. Maybe it was time to let bygones be bygones. To let go of old hurts. They were a team, after all. And partners.

He stood there under the water for a moment, thinking it over. Then he blew a breath out as he nodded to himself. Yes, he could work with her, fight beside her to win the festival and, maybe, stick with her for a few more years afterwards so that she got her footing.

He smiled faintly at that.

It was a little known fact that without a strict schedule, or her agent directing her on what to do, Pyrrha was completely helpless. Shockingly so.

It had taken weeks for her to full adapt to Nora's spontaneity, let alone the rest of their friends in Team RWBY be it Ruby's energetic enthusiasm or Weiss's early, near constant fangirling over her.

He would do his best as her friend to ensure that she could survive on her own two feet. Without an Agent's help. Then he'd leave. He felt like he had to for old time's sake, if no other reason.

They had been close once, but not anymore. There was nothing for him there anymore, after all.

No love. No warmth.

For a while there, he really didn't know if he'd ever love someone like that again. He had been planning to marry her after all, damn it!

He sighed again at the sudden surge of emotion. He had taken steps to control his shorter temper these days. And his friends had helped out with the fallout of his and Pyrrha's… relationship.

Still, to love like that again…

He blinked at that and thought about it for a moment.

But, there was another. He frowned as he thought about it. Several others, actually. A group of four fantastic girls, now even more fantastic women, who had always been there for him, as he for them. During that journey they had been on years ago now, and during the months after his breakup with the girl of his dreams. Maybe, just maybe-

~Hey, Jaune~ Yang suddenly called out in a sing-song voice, snapping him from his private thoughts. One he knew well. He swallowed nervously and went pale as he realized exactly what that meant.

"Ye-yeah?" He answered apprehensively.

"Remember how you just absolutely destroyed us last week? I mean, you utterly rekt us. It was pretty sweet." She returned as she hefted something heavy. It rattled in her hands. "And appropriate, considering what we did to you."

"Ya-yang?" He whined and turned towards the curtain nervously, unable to do much more in the narrow one person stall. "What are you doing?"

"And then there was how you just manhandled me during that little tickling session of yours when I tried to prank you," she continued, ignoring him as something rattled around once more in whatever container she held. "That was pretty ballsy. I won't lie. Especially as you know how I always get back at people who mess with me and mine."

"Yang," Jaune swallowed again, trying to think up some kind of escape plan. "WE called a truce, remember? The whole group agreed to it!"

"Oh, definitely. We definitely did." She answered, an ear-to-ear grin in her voice and a chuckle in her throat. Then there was the sound of something being placed on the tile floor. And, finally, the sound of her walking away, chuckling as she did so.

Jaune sighed with relief, slumping in place as he heard the door to the locker room open and close. That had been terrifying.

Then, "Pity I had my fingers crossed then." Yang suddenly called out after a beat of silence. At the sound of running footsteps he looked up again, not quite comprehending what she meant.

His eyes suddenly widened as he did so, but too late!

"AAAAA!" He let out a manly scream as a bucketful of shaved ice and frigid water was promptly dumped on his head, chilling him to the core. He shuddered and coughed at the sudden pain, only to seize up again as a second bucket was then dump on him.

As he shivered from the sudden cold he heard Yang cackling over the running water of the shower and whined, "Why? It's not even like you're filming this for the channel!"

Yang cackled even louder at that before turning to leave saying as she did so, "See ya later, Jaune! Enjoy the water!" Then she whispered into her Scroll, "For the Clout!" before ending the recording, and, with a cheeky grin, began to upload it to their channel's Shorts section.

A much maligned part of their channel, to be sure, what with all the regular videos they uploaded instead.

/ /

Jaune sighed and rubbed at his still wet hair as he entered the locker room. He should've realized that Yang was going to get him back for all that. She was vindictive like that. Not in a bad way mind, but, yeah.

He grinned as he recalled the "End of The Prank Wars" as Ruby had titled it, between the sisters. She said that she forgot what it was that Yang had initially done to her but the two sisters had engaged in an increasingly outlandish series of pranks culminating in Ruby getting a Turbo Wedgie from her sister right being for a sparring match at Signal Academy.

Jaune winced as he thought about that, having been on the receiving end of a few on those in his past as well, and wondered if such a thing was worse for girls… seeing as they had two areas for underwear to get shoved in. Then he shook his head while making a yuck face after slapping himself in the back of the head of even letting that intrusive thought win.

As he made his way to his locker he tried to recall the reason Yang's final retribution to Ruby during the prank war. He snapped his fingers as he remembered suddenly.

Ruby had tricked Yang into dying her hair by replacing her shampoo with hair dye.

"It was pink. Bright Bubblegum Pink," Ruby had said with a mixture of pride and horror, recalling the hilarious event, and the subsequent mad dash away from a very enraged elder sister.

Jaune could just about see it. Ruby escaping by Rose Rushing away with her Semblance, a much weaker version than her current one, while an enraged, red-eyed Yang thundered after her like some kind of berserker of old, sopping pink hair matted to her head. He could even visualize both Taiyang and Qrow clutching onto her in a vain attempt to stop her from killing Ruby.

Nobody messed with the hair.

He wondered if she had still been in a towel as she chased after her sister then?

He laughed out loud at that before shaking his head once more as he opened his locker to change out of the towel he was wearing. Mid-terms had come and gone and now the only real thing left to study for was the Huntsman License Exam. The Academies gave that in lo of Finals for Fourth Years.

Well, that, and the Vytal Festival. Monday's Combat Class was going to a special one in regards to that, he was told. He grinned and chuckled to himself at that. Wait till everyone saw his team in action. They wouldn't know what hit them.

Not even the girls of RWBY would be expecting what he dished out this year.

"Glad to see you're enjoying yourself over there, Lover Boy." A feminine voice called in a sultry manner behind him.

He turned-about swiftly at the voice to find Yang standing there with a hand on her hip, and a smug look on her face. She was in nothing but a towel herself.

"Ah, Yang!" Jaune shouted as he back up against the lockers behind him, face flushed and eyes darting every which way to avoid looking at the admittedly gorgeous looking young woman before him. "Wha-what's all this?! Wha-what's going on?!"

Yang said nothing for a moment, merely gazing at him in obvious pleasure before purring seductively, "Answering a question I've had for some time now." And stalked up to him, invading his personal space as she did so.

"Wha-what?" Was all he could enunciate as she pressed her bust up against his chest, the only thing preventing skin on skin contact was the thin strip of cloth separating the two. "Huh?"

"See, a little red flower informed me and the rest of the girls that you were in the market for some new girlfriends." She continued, now running her index finger in circles over his pecs before running it up to cup the side of his face as she pressed her face in close his and whispered softly in his ear, "Four of them, to be precise."

He promptly sat down on the narrow wooden bench then as his legs turned to jelly and gave out beneath him. He didn't take his eyes off of Yang's the entire time as he did so. "G-girl- fr-friends?" He stuttered and whined as his brain superheated from the overwhelming data Yang was presenting to him right now.

She chuckled at that, or at his expression, and it did things to him as he watched her breasts bounce merrily from that act alone. "Yeah, see, I'm here to present my case as the kick-ass blond of the group," She offered with an artful flip of her hair, showing off her long neck before gazing down at him again with an amused look in her eyes as she said, "Unless you already have someone else in mind for the role."

Then she promptly sat down on his lap, her legs straddling him from either side. Once again the only thing preventing skin to skin contact between the two was Jaune's towel. His mind blanked out again at that realization. Or, maybe it was because all the blood in his body was rushing to a certain part of his body, even with him trying to do everything in his power to prevent it from doing so.

She flipped her hair once more as she said, "I do hope that you don't already have someone in mind for the resident Ice Queen or Cat-girl of the group either. Let alone the shy, little redhead leading the group." She blinked and murmured as she leaned into him again and said, "You'd upset an awful lot of people if you did so, you know?"

"I, uh,"Jaune started, still not quite sure what to say to all this. And how could he?! This couldn't be real! The Yang Xiao Long was straddling him, in a towel! Him! This had to be a dream. "Erk!"

He grunted, startled as Yang shifted on his lap, wiggling into a more comfortable position, only to flush profusely as her bodacious rump synced with his ramrod stiff rod as she adjusted herself and placed it right in between her cheeks.

He started to sweat at that and stilled as she seemingly flinched at the feel of him on her backside and turned to see what it was, only to breathe a sigh of relief as she she looked back at him with a heated look in her eyes. He swallowed as she then let out a pleased chuckle before she leaned into him again, her breasts flushed against his chest and her arms wrapped loosely behind his neck.

She then leaned in to whisper in his ear once again, "So, Jaune, do I fix the bill or what?"

Jaune tried to think of something to say, but the only to come mind was, "Careful, I'm still wet."

Yang erupted into a hearty laugh at that before she grinned and purred lustfully while she stared deep into his eyes, "That's the question, Arc, isn't it?"

"Wha-what?" He blinked and asked as his manhood twitched at her tone.

Her grin widened into a toothy smile as once again leaned into his ear and whispered, "Just how wet can you get me?"

Jaune's mind finally blanked out completely at that, only able to stared dumbly at her as she placed both hands on his cheeks and began to lean in for what seemed like a kiss, still staring deeply into his eyes. Closer and closer she came, seemingly slowly before his eyes. Finally, just as she was about to kiss, he said, "Is, is this, are we still playing around, Yang?"

She paused at that, and looked down for a moment in silence, then looked back up at him as she gave him a gentle smile and answered with, "Oh, Jaune, this is one thing that I would never joke about."

Then she leaned back in to kiss him yet again-

-Only to jerk back at the sound of the locker room door opening and the voices of various other people could be heard as they came in.

Yang quickly got off of him and sat down next to him in a casual manner as several Second and Third Years came, chatting loudly with each other. They paused upon seeing the two Seniors, not sure how to react, only to relax as Yang waved lazily at and said, "Sup?"

Jaune quickly, but quietly placed both hands over his aching groin and tried to act as causal as his… friend? He then quickly got up to dress and leave while Yang continued to chat with a couple of the female students. He didn't once look Yang's way as he did so.

/ /

Yang allowed a frown to appear on her face for the briefest moment in time as she watched Jaune leave. She forgot. The one thing that could interfere with her Master Plan: People.

Then she grinned to herself. Oh, well. That was the thing about her plan. There was always another way to the goal: grabbing that Arc Booty. And she was going to win.

Yang always won.

A/N: Well, that got spicy, didn't it? Pity some nameless extras had to spoil things, huh? Won't stop Yang, though. She's a woman on a mission, and she is going to get that Arc's booty, next chapter!

All kidding aside, this chapter was going to be longer, but I wanted to get it out before the weekend. So, the second half will be coming soon. All the love, Essiter.